Qin Jiuge was now inside Wuliang Taoist Temple.
He sat upright here. Wuliang Daoist was in seclusion cultivating, and all matters in the open were handed over to Ou Qingmiao.
Qin Jiuge, meanwhile, was staying in the side room.
At this moment.
Several bronze mirrors lay before him. Within each mirror was a hazy figure, representing every one of the chess pieces planted within Daughter Country.
Among them, Qingluan was undoubtedly the strongest, while Xianglin's Wife was the weakest.
Yet the potential Xianglin's Wife displayed was far from low.
Qin Jiuge continued looking downward.
The scene shifted.
Xianglin's Wife hugged the bundle in her arms and giggled secretly.
That sound was like the smug laughter of a yellow weasel after it had begged the wind and feasted on flesh and blood—truly chilling to hear.
As she mused to herself, she kept muttering, "Fun, this is truly fun. I have finally stepped onto the path of cultivation. Surely, I can go even further from here on out."
Still muttering under her breath, she once more slipped into the soundless night.
Clearly, compared to Qingluan, who held an official ranking, Xianglin's Wife had no choice but to continue handling matters in the shadows.
Thus, she killed more and more people. Coupled with her fearless ignorance, she truly used the small to kill the great, the weak to kill the strong, slaughtering one cultivator after another.
The Blood Qi fed back to her this time directly carried her across the threshold of cultivation. She was by no means weak now.
Xianglin's Wife set out once again.
A few days later.
Her vicious reputation could no longer be concealed.
The matter had even vaguely reached the Feng Ming Guard.
Upon hearing of it, the Feng Ming Guard immediately began assigning the matter.
"Who will